My father had taken a new wife, a total M.I.L.F. She was a bit younger than him, but had a good decade on me, an eighteen year old guy. My new mom's name was Claudia, a tall blonde, model type, with all the right curves. Her best feature was a massive set of DDs, her ass wasn't all that bad either. Her look was completed by a near perfect coating of makeup to accent her blue eyes and big soft lips.
Needless to say, my father did not marry for money, she basically just sat around our house during the day. Waiting for my dad to get home so she could fulfil her wifely duties.
My father did not make a tonne of money, but he kept us very comfortable. He was an accountant and would work Monday to Friday, 9:00am to 5:00pm. I was home from school at around 3:00pm, leaving a window of time that I spent alone with my new step-mom.
This was probably the most awkward two hours of my day, my step-mom had zero personality. She would make the effort to be a mother and would always have a snack waiting for me when I got home. This helped our alone time to be much more bare-able for me. We would sit together in the living room, she would watch me eat and I would get an eyeful of her mature beauty between bites.
"So Davey, did you have a good day at school?" Claudia asked me.
"It was alright, I guess, nothing really happened." I forced out between bites.
"Nothing? It can't be any more 'nothing' than I experience cooped up at home all day."
"Well, I guess somethings did happen, it's just the same four classes over and over everyday."
This was pretty much how every afternoon began between us, however this particular one featured a little different ending.
"Honestly does that school teach you anything?" Claudia asked.
"They try I guess, the classes just aren't interesting." I said. "I get good grades so dad isn't angry, but nothing in the lessons really grabs me. It's not like they don't try to teach me, they just don't give me an incentive so I don't put in the effort to learn."
I had now put down my snack paying full attention to her. Watching her face, I could see the wheels turning in her head.
"Incentive? What kind of incentives do you think they should give?" Claudia asked.
"Umm, I'm not sure." I responded.
"Well how do you like to spend your time with your friends?"